Featherfall

I am the woman

who walked in the night

when the white flowers were falling

and followed them 

into the starlight fields 

because I was burning to know 

where they would lead me

why did the Mother of Summer

blow the opalescent petals 

all the way down the hill

to cross paths with me 

unless it was to 

direct my steps

like the white sheets

my mother hung outside

to dry on the line

the goddess shook out the blossoms 

with their heavy scent

like a storm of feathers

on that evening 

that her intervention might

bring me to all of you 

and through the 

years that followed

never have I borne 

a moment of regret  

knowing each of you 

continues to be 

the delight of my heart 

you bridge the gap 

you light the lantern

you let the waters flow

for me.